Josh grabbed my hand and walked me into his flat. It was on the good side of town, which I could see because his mother invented the Toaster Stroodle. Their family gets loads of money, so he could probably afford anything and everything, meanwhile this $483 dress that I'm wearing is probably the most expensive item I own.
The house was beautiful, and it was only Josh living here. When you first walk in there's a little couch area with a lamp, and next to it is a room with glass doors that leads to a large living room. There's ping pong, couches, reclining chairs, and a huge flat screen television. Basically, his living room was like the size of my whole house.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked sitting on Josh's lap on the reclining seat. He turned on Jersey Shore and then turned to me.
"I'm fine Lily. Are you?" he asked.
"Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know. I think I'm-," I paused myself .
"You think you're…," Josh repeated in a curious tone.
"Nothing," I whispered.
After we were done making fun of everyone on Jersey Shore, it was way past midnight and we were exhausted from the interesting sequence of events.
"Here, I'll lend you a pair of clothes," Josh took me into his large room. It was quite messy for a twenty-year-olds room, and very childish, but it was kind of cute. Josh handed me a pair of shorts and a gray t-shirt.
"Thank you," I smiled, "do you have like a guest room or something?" I asked.
"Yes, but don't be silly. You're sleeping with me," Josh said removing his shirt and stepping into a pair of shorts.
"Um I don't know," I said uneasy.
"Oh it'll be fine. It's not that big of a deal," Josh sighed tucking himself in the bed. "Come on." I huffed and went to the bathroom to change. When I returned to the room, the only light came from the tiny lamp in the corner of the room. I hopped in the bed and felt Josh's warm body against mine, pulling me closer to him.
"Goodnight," I smiled giving him a short but sweet kiss.
"Goodnight, gorgeous," Josh said slowly slipping away into sleep.
"Wake up, sunshine," Josh screamed in my ear.
"Hi," I smiled stretching.
"Let's go to your house so you can get changed, then we can go get some breakfast at Augie's," Josh explained putting pants on. I nodded and slipped on my shoes.
"But before we go, do you have any whipped cream?" I asked. He nodded and walked into the kitchen, where the refrigerator was full of food. When I opened it, the sweet aroma of different fruits and delicious meat filled the air. I pulled out the whipped cream and sprayed it in my mouth. I then, quick as a ninja, sprayed a bunch of whipped cream all over Josh's face.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"Nothing. I just thought you would look even better with some whipped cream on your face," I laughed.
"Well now you have to lick it off," he smirked his famous smirk and pulled my hips to his by wrapping his arms around my waist.
"In your dreams," I laughed. I helped him wash off the whipped cream and opened the front door.
"Josh, there's a package for you!" I called from the door. It was green and long, with a little note attached. Josh rushed to my side and had to do a double take.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing. Go inside for a minute," he ordered. I did as he said and watched him open the zipper slowly. He flinched and zipped it back up, and walked to the door.
"Lily," Josh said silently. "I think there's something you might want to see." I slowly approached Josh and he took my hand. I crouched below the package and got a hold of the small, gray zipper. I gulped when I noticed something. This is not any package.
This is a body bag, and when I opened it, I burst into tears.
One of the only people still on this earth that I care about on Earth. Her usually tan face now pale with knife marks all over her body as if she was almost cut to pieces. Her long, black, and usually straight hair now a mess. Her shirt covered in blood. There she lied right in front of me, gone forever.
My mother.